My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Poolside romance 18+

18+ Warning: This Chapter contains content for mature audiences with mentions of sexual graphics. Read at your own risk.

Kyra leaned against the pool wall, her body pressed firmly against the cool tiles as Vincent kissed her fiercely.

His huge black tail splashed in the water, sending droplets flying through the air.

Vincent’s whole body was tightly pressed against hers, and she could feel his intense heat.

He was intoxicated by her softness, every touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Vins, someone might see us." Kyra whispered, taking a deep breath, her eyes clouded with desire. Despite her words, she clung to him, lost in the moment.

"Let them see, so they know who you belong to." Vincent said, his deep voice sending shivers down Kyra’s spine. His snake-like tongue flicked out, licking her neck before his sharp teeth slowly sank into her skin.

"Vincent!" Kyra cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Shh--" Vincent soothed, noticing the two small red dots on her neck.

He licked her tiny wounds and whispered, "This is my poison. It’s powerful, able to fight off other toxins. Because you’re my mate, it won’t harm you. So don’t worry." He kissed her wounds again, his touch both tender and possessive.

"It hurts." Kyra said softly, hugging his neck tightly. She breathed in his unique scent, feeling the coolness of his body against hers.

"Sorry, rainbow. I didn’t mean to hurt you," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked at her. "I will never hurt you... except when I am..." His voice turned slower, more seductive.

"When you’re...?" Kyra repeated, her wet red hair clinging to her cheeks, water droplets making her look even more beautiful.

"When I’m fucking you to death." he finished suddenly. Under Kyra’s shocked gaze, he quickly ripped off her dress and tossed it aside.

Kyra looked sadly at her torn dress and slapped his chest. "You guys always rip my clothes!"

"Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one." he said, his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every detail from her full breasts to her curves.

"Didn’t I tell you not to wear those?" Vincent said, glaring at her underwear before tearing it off as well.

He shifted into his human form, naked. Kyra glanced at his body shyly, closing her eyes when she felt his two monstrous lengths against her.

"Umm.." she moaned as his hand cupped her core, his palm rubbing her intimately.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, and his thick finger thrust quickly inside her.

"Vincent!" Kyra gasped, arching her back.

The contrast of the cool pool water and the heat of the pleasure he was giving her made her body feel weak. Unable to stand, she rested her head against his chest, her hands clutching his biceps for support.

But Vincent’s hand didn’t stop. His intense red eyes took in every detail of her, every sound she made, and how she reacted to him. Feeling his fingers coated with her juices, his eyes darkened with desire.

He added another finger, and Kyra’s grip on him tightened.

"Ahh..." Her lips parted as she moaned, her mouth biting his skin.

Vincent didn’t feel pain; instead, he felt an intense urge to have her quickly. However, he held himself back, wanting to savor every moment.

"Vincent, I’m coming," Kyra moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Vincent withdrew his fingers, looking at his hand coated with her juices.

Kyra’s eyes widened as she watched him, and he met her gaze, licking his fingers slowly.

"Mm... delicious," he murmured, not breaking eye contact.

"You..." Kyra’s eyes widened even more, but Vincent didn’t care. He buried his face in her breasts, his hands gripping her waist tightly.

He took one of his lengths in his hand, rubbing it against her.

Kyra’s hands started to explore his body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin.

The tension and desire between them were palpable, each touch and movement intensifying the moment.

Vincent’s breathing grew heavier, his need for her almost overwhelming.

Vincent lifted Kyra’s leg and draped it over his shoulder, his dark eyes filled with intense desire.

Without hesitation, he swiftly pushed himself inside her.

"Ah..." Kyra moaned, feeling the stretch of his size. He was so big and thick, she felt as though she might be torn apart by him.

His thrusts were powerful, and the other monstrous length pressed against her, rubbing insistently.

His mouth moved to her breast, and his hands couldn’t help but slap her butt cheeks tightly, leaving them tingling.

The pool water splashed everywhere, the air filled with the sounds of their moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

Kyra’s body arched and responded to every movement, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Vincent’s focus was entirely on her, his eyes locked on her face as he watched every reaction, every gasp, and every moan. He was relentless, his desire for her driving him to push harder, deeper, wanting to consume her entirely.

Kyra’s hands clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure he was giving her.

The world outside their intimate moment disappeared, leaving only the two of them, entwined and lost in their shared ecstasy.

Kyra came again, but Vincent didn’t. He quickly took Kyra in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, still inside her as he walked towards a small tent he had prepared for them.

He laid her down gently, closing the curtain behind them.

In the dark, his red eyes glowed like a predator’s.

Kyra tried to crawl away, but Vincent pulled her back by her legs.

Her body was incredibly sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure, her eyes filling with tears as he climbed on top of her again. She felt the firmness of his muscles as he hugged her from behind, his lips never stopping their exploration of her skin.

He entered her from behind, his movements demanding and relentless. Vincent wasn’t easily satisfied.

His two monstrous lengths, causing Kyra to beg for mercy. He kissed her tears away as she experienced the intense sensation of both her holes being filled.

"My rainbow, the night is still long.." he whispered, his voice filled with dark promise.

Kyra’s eyes were red with tears, but her body was consumed with pleasure, responding to his every touch and thrust.

He made love to her until the wee hours of the morning.